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Every Wednesday I will post something about grief. Sometimes it will be a reflection on an aspect of grief’s landscape. Now and then I will share from my own journey of grief, because in the sharing of our stories we find strength and build a community of people that support one another.

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Thursday, June 4, 2015

In Darkness My Heart Lives

I hurry through the bright immolation of day to reach the night’s cool solace. In the setting of the glowing sun in the arms of the long evening hours, shadows deepen into the purity of dark blue skies, and I calm.

Leaning back in the chair on the porch, I find my heart. People I’ve loved live in this darkness. Their absence deepens into longing in the empty hours. Deepens into ache.

I feel the rhythm of the Earth’s ocean flow like a tide against distant cosmic shores, ebb and flow, ebb and flow back.

In the darkness with the light of day gone, I listen to the settling and creaking of the world as it cools from the heat of activity. I listen to the tired voices of people in my neighborhood turning in to find rest and sleep. I listen to the murmuring of my feelings in this bowl of silence.

Alone in the blackness of midnight, a warm presence comes and sits beside me. To this, I say yes.

I say yes.


  1. Yes. I'm sitting in the silent darkness on my porch, too. Thank you for describing this so well and for being another witness.